More From People Who Write Poetry

I exist on the edge of your lips
As a ghost of a kiss
As a veil in your thoughts and dreams
Image of my red lips and red hair
Is what you remember
But no life is behind those thin eyes
While the real ones gleamed that colour
Like the rest of me
Silences, fragmented
Shards...

beyond
where the freeways
become simple black
ribbons laid in
calm admittance,
where the cool
air is prescribed
for loneliness,
Beyond the last buildings,
Past the houses put in lines
Where beauty and stillness
lie in wait
for love and mountains
to...

This is a poem "if i may call it so" i wrote minutes ago. I like a guy, I think am falling in love with him, and I hate that cause am not sure he feels the same. However, he made me feel bad today, so I wrote my emotions here:
Your eyes of eternal blaze
Ripped...

Next to me,
beside,
in front,
and behind me.
Chin up ..... hmmm more Space.
Inside ... Empty.
A little bit of space,
next to me,
beside,
in front,
and behind me...
Chin up......hmmm I am Free
inside .... happy.